Sep 112016
Mistress Artemisia de Vine

Mistress Artemisia de Vine

I do love getting a parcel with new kinky goodies.  There is something so exciting about opening a package and getting to test out a new piece of equipment.  This week I received one of Mr Martin’s  PM leather hand-made hobble belts.  That is, an attractive leather belt you can wear every day, that double as restraints.  Very handy!

Being a big fan of brown leather, I asked for a brown version of the standard black hobble with stainless steel squares.   I am yet to test out the restraint part on anyone other than myself but I do like the look of it on my waist.  It is also easy to clip on my favorite impact play toys if I want to wear it to a play party.

The pictures of the lovely ladies being restrained are from PMleather’s site.

Full, disclosure, I did get this product for free because Mr Martin was hoping I would write about it.  However, I was under no obligation to do so.  I decided to mention it because I am happy with it.  If anyone else would like me to blog about their products, you are also welcome to send me free samples but be warned, I will be honest in my opinions.

Jul 252016

Artemisia de Vine discipline role play CKWarning, explicit pics and stories about Sydney-based Mistress Artemisia de Vine and her slave.

Her: “You didn’t!”

Me: “Oh yes I did!”

Her: “No way!”

Me:  “Yes, I absolutely did.  I superglued googly eyes to his cock”.

We two Mistresses laughed till we cried at the diabolical absurdity of it.  Tears literally streaming down our faces.  God I love my job!

Being a sadistic humiliatrix doesn’t always have to be terribly strict and stern.  Sometimes it is just damn entertaining.

Mistress Artemisia's Sydney slave CKThough the scene didn’t start out that way.  He kept me waiting 8mins and this is never a good idea.  I instructed him to enter the shared courtyard bathroom and strip naked.  His clothes were to be placed in a neat pile, with his tribute on top and he was to wait.  Cold…  Knowing it was a bathroom used by those in the offices downstairs…  He obediently waited.  He’s submitted to me several times before and knows it is best to obey…

When I eventually did throw the door open and help myself to his pile of clothes, he looked quite pale.  So nervous he was shaking.  I stood there fully clothed with the door open, knowing anyone could walk up at any time.  He had no where to hide.  I savored his panic and took my time…

“You made me wait 8 minutes!”  I said with a raised eyebrow.  I didn’t need to say another word as the point was clearly made.  His eyes darted behind me to check if anyone was there.

I slowly turned  and walked across the open courtyard.  It is semi private but should a neighbor from a nearby building happen to look at just that moment… I instructed him to walk behind me and I walked slowly and deliberately… him naked and me holding his clothes… him bereft of his only shield should someone walk up the stairs…

Finally I had him inside… His heart was racing, eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light.

I locked his clothes away…

“Today’s rules are very simple”, I said with a cocked head and seductively knowing smile.  I reached over and firmly cupped his chin, tipping his head up… my face inches from his.  Forced, intense eye contact.

“You are to remain erect at all times, but you are not to cum.  If you do cum, you will eat it of course.  I will make you lick every last morsel and we will continue anyway even though you are not aroused.  How you feel about it is irrelevant.  I don’t care if you are no longer enjoying our play because you are not horny.  You will obey anyway and I will not be returning your clothes until I am done with you.

Keeping an erection doesn’t sound too hard now does it?

“No Mistress”

Sydney slave edging, Mistress Artemisia CK“But you must keep that erection no matter what I do to you… We will be bring you right to the brink of climax again and again but you must not cum… This is called edging.  Do you agree to these terms?” I asked, deceptively seductive.  Afterall that sounds like a pleasurable session does it not?

“Yes Mistress”

I let a cruel smile spread slowly across my face as I held his gaze in a vice.  “Good,” I purred.

Now, now, dear readers I shall not give away all my secrets… You need to come submit to my whims to discover my tricks…

Suffice it to say that by the end he didn’t know if he was coming or going.  Two and a half hours of slowly building, pleasure, pain and desperation had him doing anything I wanted.

I had him desperate to keep his erection but made it terribly difficult by insisting he repeat back passages from “The History and Art of The Dominatrix” word for word.  Each mistake or incorrect word had… er… consequences…  Yet focusing on getting the reciting correct made it terribly difficult to maintain his erection… which also had consequences… painful ones.

Rather than opening up, this slave armors himself and steels himself against me… trying to endure everything I throw at him.  I needed him to open and surrender so I was distracting the part of his mind that is normally in the driver’s seat in order to let another part break on through… I did this by making that part of his mind focus on reciting while simultaneously overstimulating him in waves of sensations…  Sensory overload… anal and cock stimulation and torture… Sudden and intense pain…  alternating between nearly cumming and then experiencing pain to bring him back from the edge… over and over…

“The Dominatrix archetype overthrows social norms and conventions, upholding the female position of superiority and power”.  He recited with desperation in his voice…  Trying so hard to get every word correct to avoid that terrible no win, rock and hard place…  How I loved watching his struggle, not knowing what to focus on.

In the end all he could do was surrender…  by that stage he was delerious and he would humiliate and degrade himself in any way at all that pleased me…

Sydney slave superglue googly eyes CK…And what pleased me, amongst other things, was supergluing googly eyes to his cock.   Oh how I laughed and laughed!

His utter submission and eventual orgasm was cosmic.  His ego gave up and away he went… into subspace…

But that is not the end dear readers.  It is in the afterglow of this deliberate madness that some of the most profound things happen.  It is afterwards, in the still quietness where he lay broken and blissed on the floor…  Breathing the way I taught him… That is when he truly was free.

“There is no drug like this!  This is so different!  I haven’t ever felt like this before.  You’ve done it again Mistress!  I think you can’t possibly come up with something new to do me and yet you do every time! And every time we go further!  This is… there are no words… This is just wow!  You really really do know what you are doing.”

“Well done slave.  Well done.” I smile fondly as I stroke his forehead and let him soar.   I glow inside.  Peace, connection and bliss through perversion.   This is my art.

Jul 012016


spanking over kitchen tableSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum


Chapter 3 (See other chapters here)

Help for Jennifer

The following day, Saturday, after Vivienne had had her two discussions, firstly with Jennifer and secondly with Kellie, Vivienne telephoned Jennifer: “Hi Jennifer, it’s Viv.  Are you busy at the moment?”

Somewhat surprised by receiving a phone call from Vivienne, as they usually visited one another’s houses, Jennifer replied that she was free – not busy at all.

“Well Jen, I want you to do me a favour – would you please come and see me.  I have something we need to do.  I have left the back door open – come through the kitchen, through the lounge and dining rooms, out into the main hallway and up the stairs.  My bedroom is down the corridor – far end on the left.  Can you come now?”

“Sure” said Jennifer, surprised that her friend wants to see her in her bedroom, but if that’s what she wanted, she thought no more of it.  She hastened next door.  The back door into the kitchen was open and she went in.  The kitchen was huge – it must have been some sort of extension – it was like a dance floor.  And then she was suddenly confronted by ‘that table’ – the kitchen table – and she could not help herself but visualise a naked Vivienne sprawled across the table with her husband, Harold, wielding a strap across poor Vivienne’s bottom.  Jennifer’s conjured-up image was purely delectable – her naked friend getting a bare bottom thrashing – with her two daughters looking on.  Jennifer found the table rather intimidating –  it was long and fairly narrow – and her fantasy changed from Vivienne being across the table to herself having been bent over the table and with Harold strapping her bottom.  Jennifer shivered in fear at the thought.  Jennifer snapped back to reality – setting aside her fantasy world – and proceeded through the lounge and dining rooms to the stairs – and up to the top floor corridor.  Again Jennifer’s mind went wild – it was in overdrive – fantasising about having to do the ‘walk of shame’ – completely nude – down this long hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen – to ‘that table’.  Vivienne, Kellie and Ashlie – what must have been in their minds as they make that long, embarrassing walk down to the kitchen – knowing that their husband and father was waiting for them – strap in hand ready – ready to apply it to their bare bottoms.

Finally Jennifer reached the last door on the left – it was ajar.  She heard voices coming from inside, so she gently knocked on the door to hear Vivienne bid her enter.  As Jennifer stepped into the room she was taken aback by the sight before her.  Vivienne was sitting on the bed – her arms folded across her ample chest.  Kellie was standing at the end of the bed completely nude.  Jennifer immediately backed away with: “sorry, I’ll come back.”

“No need” says Vivienne “come in.  We want you to see this.”

‘See what’ thought Jennifer.  What was going on – was Kellie in some sort of trouble?  But Kellie looked strangely relaxed and even cheerful – she was even smiling.  And for once Jennifer, who had had a lifelong fixation about the size of bosoms – probably brought about by her own rather large bosoms, had her long-outstanding question finally answered – Kellie also had big bosoms – as big, if not bigger, than Jennifer’s, which were a respectable 40 DD. And despite Vivienne being fully clothed, Jennifer could clearly see that Vivienne’s bosoms were bigger than Kellie’s, and so her own.  Problem solved – answer indisputable.  Jennifer’s somewhat irrational musings on bosom size had made her feel more relaxed – but then Vivienne spoke out in a rather stern, unforgiving tone – to which Jennifer was unfamiliar.

“Jennifer, thanks for coming.  We don’t have too long – Harold will be home from the Golf Club in a few hours, so we need to get on with things without messing around.  Our little chat yesterday got me thinking – so there is something we need to talk about, and then there is something we need to do.  I have thought about what we talked about and your problems with Lucy.  And while I know that in this day and age looking for blame is no longer the done thing, I think that we do need to consider who might be to blame for your problems and, to my mind, I think you must accept a certain amount of blame yourself.”

Jennifer suddenly felt rather uneasy – like a naughty child.  She nervously moved weight from one foot to the other wishing she could just bolt out the room and be gone – but she felt obliged to hear out her friend.  And poor Kellie – still standing there in the nude.  Vivienne stood-up and continued: “As the parent, you are responsible in part for Lucy’s behaviour.  You should have stepped in long ago and put a stop to it.  But you didn’t, did you?  You let it develop and get out of hand – and now she is, to use your own words, unbearable.  That’s no way for a child to behave – even one at Lucy’s age.  She needs a soundly strapped bottom – we agreed on that, and we’ll get to that later.  But firstly Jennifer – I think you need your bottom strapped.  Don’t you?”

Jennifer was speechless.  Was this what this was all about – Vivienne intended to strap her bottom?  She was a grown woman – in her late thirties – and now a woman, not much older than herself, said she was going to strap her bottom!  It couldn’t be true.  It couldn’t, could it?  But Jennifer recalled the conversation from yesterday where she had agreed that Lucy needed the strap – and what Vivienne was now proposing was horrible, even if unacceptably logical.

“I’m not sure that would be fair ……. appropriate ……. proper – I mean …. “ Jennifer was totally lost for words and whatever words came out of her mouth, she realised simply got her into more strife: “I mean …… I’m too old to get the strap …. Aren’t I?!?”  Then she realised that she was talking to a woman who told her only yesterday that she got the strap herself and she was 3-4 years older than Jennifer.  Oh what a mess she now found herself in!

“Jennifer trust me – you are not too old, nor too big to get the strap.  I get it and so should you.  And you are going to, believe me – before you leave this house today.  And you won’t like it ….. you won’t enjoy it, but it will do you the world of good.  I cannot have you unleashing a sound strapping on poor Lucy’s bottom when you are partly to blame.  She certainly deserves it – definitely – but so do you.  Are you going to take your punishment – a well deserved punishment – or not?”

Jennifer was now on the spot – decision time.  Deep down inside she knew Vivienne had a good point – but she didn’t fancy being on the receiving end of such wisdom.  But if she refused, how would that effect their friendship with Vivienne – which Jennifer valued greatly.  And secretly Jennifer was feeling strangely curious as to whether or not she could take a strapping – over ‘that’ table?  Her mother’s occasional fling with the hairbrush had been painful – but she was only a little girl at the time – perhaps now fully developed, her bottom could take a bit of punishment and pain – so why not?  Vivienne and her girls can obviously take it – they seem happy enough despite Harold strapping their bottoms.  But then again, why should she get strapped – Lucy was the real problem.  Jennifer struggled with mixed emotions – to take it or to run?

“Very well” said Jennifer, finally relenting: “as you wish.”  Vivienne seemed pleased and Kellie suddenly had a huge grin on her face.  And Jennifer still wondered why Kellie was there, and why was she in the nude?

“Very well, Jennifer, a good decision.  Brave and worthy of you.  Now take off your clothes” ordered Vivienne.

“Vivienne ….. come on, take off my clothes?!” Jennifer exclaimed in horror.

“Certainly – everything off – you know what happens in this household, I explained it all yesterday.  You will strip, same as Kellie.  The pair of you will then go down to the kitchen – remember the ‘walk of shame’ – and once there Kellie is going to bend over the table for me to give her 12 good strokes across her bare bottom.  She has volunteered to be the ‘guinea pig’ for your familiarisation course.  I will show you how a good strapping is administered.  You will watch closely – and learn.  Then my dear, it’ll be your turn.  You will then strap Kellie’s bottom while observe your technique.  If I do not consider it satisfactory, you will get double the number of strokes I had intended to give you.  So pay attention to how I strap Kellie – it’s your bottom that will suffer if you don’t strap Kellie properly.  Once we have finished with Kellie, it will be your turn to bend over the table, and I will administer 12 firm strokes across your bottom – or 24 if your strapping of Kellie proved inadequate.  There are two reasons why you deserve, and need, a good strapping – one, you have not been a good mother in allowing Lucy’s bad behaviour to get out of hand, and two, you will feel what Lucy will feel when you strap her bottom.  We all need to know what it feels like when we inflict a little pain on others.  Now ….. get those clothes off.”

Resigned to her fate, Jennifer slowly took off her clothes.  She felt totally embarrassed and exposed.  She hated being naked, and she hated even the thought of anyone seeing her naked.  And here she was stripped to the skin in front of her neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Jennifer wished she could just disappear – but she had resolved in her own mind that she could do it and she would.  She would take whatever Vivienne had in store for her – and she would take it with pride.  She would not show fear, although inwardly trembling from head to toe – knees like jelly.  Such she considered was ‘all in her mind’ – and she suffered on regardless and did what she was told.

Once in the nude, and covering as much of herself as she could with her hands and arms, Jennifer heard Vivienne give the dreaded order: “down stairs ladies – to the kitchen.”  Jennifer suddenly recalled her earlier thoughts as she had passed through the kitchen on the way to see Vivienne – almost deja vu – as it was now actually happening to her.  It was no longer a fantasy thought – but her reality – and it was she who was going to be sprawled naked across the kitchen table while Vivienne strapped her bare bottom.  She realised that things had now progressed so far that there was no turning back – she was going to have to take a strapping.  But first was the ‘walk of shame’ – she was going to have to walk naked down the long corridor, all the way down the stairs, through the lounge and dining rooms and into the kitchen – oh God she thought, what if someone saw her?

Kellie led the way – her shapely and somewhat cheeky bottom swaying and wavering gently from side to side as she walked down the hallway.  Jennifer followed with Vivienne behind her.  Jennifer wondered if Vivienne was studying her bottom just as Jennifer was studying Kellie’s cute bottom?  But then she again snapped out of her fantasy world and realised that, as a mature, grown-up 38 year old woman, she was actually being marched, completely nude, through someone else’s house on her way to get her bottom strapped.

Before long Jennifer was in the kitchen standing in front of the table.  Kellie stood alongside – rather closely in Jennifer’s mind – their arms were actually touching which made Jennifer feel a little uncomfortable – although it was pleasant that someone else sharing her predicament.

“Now Jennifer – Kellie is going to fetch the strap – it hangs behind the pantry door.  She’ll then bend over the table, gripping the far edge.  I stand here and you can stand on the other side – get a bit closer – and watch closely.  Consider this a very important lesson.  Fail to learn your lesson, and I’ll ensure that you’ll regret not paying closer attention.”  Kellie returned with the strap and handed it to her mother.  Jennifer took a good look at it – it was rather short but wide, and unpleasantly thick.  Jennifer guessed that it would hurt.  Conscious of Vivienne’s dire warning about paying attention, Jennifer fixed her eyes on Kellie’s waiting bottom – and couldn’t help but think how cute it was.  Vivienne then placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom.

“See – this is where you start – first stroke here, then work your way down to the crease – where bottom meets thigh.  You should generally avoid striking the thigh – it hurts terribly – but I always finish with a stroke the width of the strap below the crease – top of the thigh – just to remind the recipient that if there’s any nonsense during their strapping, their thighs become fair game.  Now watch.”

Vivienne started to strap Kellie’s bottom.  Kellie seemed to enjoy it – although Jennifer thought that the strokes were quite severe.  But after the first six strokes, Kellie not only starting to squirm rather noticeably, but her ‘ooos’ and ‘aaaahs’ became quite frequent.  Finally Vivienne finished and put the strap on the table.  Kellie stood upright, quickly clamping her hands to her bottom and with a smile: “thanks Mum.”

Kellie looked at Jennifer: ”see, wasn’t too bad ….. you might even enjoy it.”

“That’s enough Kellie – you know Jennifer won’t enjoy it – so be quiet – or you can have another dozen from me!”

“OK Jennifer” Vivienne continued: “now I want to see how well you can strap Kellie’s bottom.  No fooling around – take it from me, Kellie has been a very naughty girl and deserves a good strapping.  Your job is to give it to her”.

Kellie, with her hands on hips, in an aggressive stance, looked rather surprised and a little annoyed at her mother’s entreaties to Jennifer to make her strapping a good one.

Jennifer picked-up the strap from the table, took a deep breath and looking directly into Kellie’s eyes instructed her:  “Bend over please Kellie.”  Kellie complied and Jennifer was again entranced by Kellie’s large bosoms and how they flattened out on the table top when she got into position for her strapping.  Jennifer shook her head – to get her mind off bosoms – and directed her attention to the shapely young bottom awaiting her pleasure.  Vivienne watched Jennifer like a hawk.  Jennifer placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom, took a deep, deep breath, pulled back her arm and ‘splat’ struck Kellie quite vigorously across her bottom.  “Bit low … not quite on target” sniped Vivienne.  Jennifer again took aim and administered the next stroke.  “Ouch” exclaimed Kellie.  “Still too low …. keep your eyes on where you want the strap to land” sniped Vivienne as Jennifer’s stroke landed below the intended spot.  Jennifer decided on a new strategy – strike fast and Vivienne wouldn’t be able to see where the strokes had landed.  Jennifer then applied the remaining 10 strokes to Kellie’s well reddened bottom.  When finished Jennifer announced: “OK Kellie ….. thanks ….. that’s it.”  As Jennifer looked at Kellie’s reddened bottom, she felt a certain satisfaction with her handiwork.  Kellie stood-up and rubbed her bottom and Vivienne had stepped forward and had taken the strap from Jennifer.

“Well, we have a few improvements necessary, my dear.  You know where you want the strap to land – but you just can’t seem to get it to land there.  Poor concentration my dear – and you probably need some more practice.”  And turning to her daughter still furiously rubbing her bottom: “how’s your bottom Kellie?”

“Fine” says Kellie “not as bad as Dad ….. or you” not wanting her mother to feel left out of her positive assessment.  Inclusion was the in-thing – so complimenting her mother’s efforts could save her bottom in the future.

Vivienne turned to Jennifer: “your turn  ……. bend over the table,  take a firm grip of the far edge then pull your body back so your arms are fully stretched.  Feet forward – I want a nice little curve to your bottom – gives me a nice target.”  Jennifer could not believe her ears – her neighbour, a close friend – was standing behind her with her hands on her bare bottom – as she positioned Jennifer’s bottom as she pleased.  Jennifer could not believe either her current disposition or the level of embarrassment she now felt.

“Bottom up a little more dear” said Vivienne manhandling Jennifer’s bottom to where and how she wanted it.  “Excellent” announced Vivienne finally.  “Harold is always very fussy about how we present our bottoms – if he does not like the way they’re presented, we can get extra strokes.  So keep your bottom where it is, my dear, and we can begin.”

With those words Jennifer felt Vivienne place the dreaded, and much talked about strap, on her bottom.  It felt rather warm – from its hard work on Kellie’s bottom.  Then Jennifer felt the strap lift off her bottom and she knew she was just about to get her 38 year old bottom strapped – something she could never have believed would ever happen.  But with a terrible ‘splat’ and a sharp stinging sensation, Jennifer felt what it was like to get the strap.  She had fantasised about it quite a bit since Vivienne had mentioned it yesterday – she had wondered what it would be like to get strapped – and now she was finding out.

Vivienne kept the strokes coming at a measured pace – Jennifer felt the strap landing a bit further down her bottom with each stroke – and as Vivienne got to the tenth stroke, she struck it across the top of Jennifer’s thigh.  Jennifer leapt-up clutching her bottom and howling unashamedly.  “Down” said Vivienne “back in position for the final two please”.  Jennifer obeyed – better to get it over with.  ‘Splat’, splat’ – they both landed at the top of her thighs and hurt like hell.  Jennifer was soon prancing around clutching her bottom like a person possessed.  “Oh God that hurts ….. shit ……. damn” bemoaned Jennifer as Vivienne and Kellie looked on in amusement.

“Excellent” said Vivienne: “now you know what it feels like to get a good strapping – a real strapping ….. a good lesson eh?”  There was a pause as Vivienne and Kellie exchanged glances.  “Right … well then Jennifer … I said that you’d regret not paying close attention to my strapping Kellie – your need to apply greater concentration to what you’re doing.  I think another six on your bottom might be a help – a little extra motivation perhaps?  Could’ve been 12 dear – but six will suffice.”

“No please Viv, no more.  I’m sore ….. very sore” pleaded Jennifer, but to no avail.  Jennifer had moved away from the table but Vivienne placed her hands firmly on Jennifer shoulders and moved her back into position.  She then pushed Jennifer back down over the table.  Jennifer in total resignation gripped the far edge of the table and awaited her fate.  She now realised that Vivienne was not someone to argue with.

“Here Kellie” was said as Vivienne handed the strap to Kellie “your turn.  See what you can do.”  With a broad grin on her face Kellie pranced forward and gleefully grabbed the strap from her mother.  She was over the moon that after years of getting her bottom strapped, she was now allowed to administer a strapping to someone else,  And she was rather keen to strap Jennifer – because secretly she had always had a bit of a crush of her neighbour.  Her chat to her mother yesterday – when she had proposed that Jennifer should be strapped as part of a discipline familiarisation process – was all part of Kellie’s intentions towards Jennifer.  Now she had not only seen Jennifer stripped naked and strapped by her mother, but she was now allowed to strap the hapless Jennifer  herself – a pleasure she only ever dreamed of before now.

Jennifer realised that Kellie had been given the strap leapt-up in protest: “Vivienne …… you can’t be serious – Kellie’s nude – she can’t strap me!!”  Vivienne scowled at Jennifer in displeasure.  Kellie taps the strap into the palm of her hand – waiting.

“Jennifer in this household the person being disciplined does precisely what they’re told – immediately and without talking back or without argument.  It’s called obedience.  And when my husband is away, I call the shots.  I want you across that table with your bottom properly presented so Kellie can strap it.  I don’t care if she is nude – I wouldn’t care if she was in fancy dress – when I tell her to strap your bottom that’s precisely what I expect her to do ….. or her own bottom will be tanned yet again.  Now take your punishment …………  and Kellie, make it 12 strokes.  Jennifer needs an additional lesson in obedience.”

Jennifer was not accustomed to nudity – being nude herself or having others around her being nude.  She had been brought-up with fairly prudish principles.  The thought of being strapped on her bare bottom by a nude girl, half her age – the age of one of her own daughters – created much turmoil in Jennifer’s mind.  She could never have imagined that something like this could ever happen to her.

But by now Jennifer’s bottom was intensely warm and tender to touch.  And  surprisingly, she felt rather aroused.  Perhaps Vivienne was right – perhaps a strapped bottom can make you horny.  But the look on Kellie’s face worried Jennifer.  Perhaps Jennifer’s objection to being strapped by Kellie had upset Kellie?  The rather sexy but charming 22 year old had a certain glint in her eye that made Jennifer very nervous.  And Kellie had a cute way of curling her lip in the corner of her mouth – which exposed a hint of her teeth – like a leopard about to pounce on its prey.  But determined not to show fear – Jennifer bent back across the table and presented her bare bottom to her young tormentor.

She felt the strap laid across her bottom as the buxom young girl took aim.  And ‘splat’ – Kellie landed a hard stroke which took Jennifer’s breath away.  Oh God, thought Jennifer, this girl not only knew how to strap a bottom, but she seemed to be enjoying it.  The next stroke elicited a loud “ooow” and Vivienne added encouragement to her daughter: “good one, my dear …. keep it up!”

Jennifer took her 12 strokes bravely.  Kellie demonstrated a natural talent for the task she had been given by her mother.  After the twelfth stroke Kellie leaned forward and whispered in Jennifer’s ear, with her bosom most noticeably pressing against Jennifer’s back “stand up, Mrs Sangster …. all over …. well taken.”   Jennifer was awash with sensations – being strapped in the nude, by a nude young woman half her age, and who then obviously and intentionally pressed her body up against hers.  It left Jennifer weirdly excited but also strangely fearful of this girl.  And while physical contact between naked bodies had always been a total no-no for Jennifer – except with her now deceased husband – she had suddenly found it rather pleasant, even if a bit unnerving.

“Up stairs and get dressed – lessons over for today.  Jennifer ….. I think you still have much to learn.  But we’ll talk about that over tea, after you’re dressed.”

Jennifer headed for the door as fast as her feet would carry her.  She was anxious to get upstairs and get dressed – longing for the safety of being covered by clothes.  But Kellie was close behind.  As they entered Vivienne’s bedroom Kellie grabbed Jennifer by the arm turning her around – so they were face-to-face.  Kellie smiled and gave Jennifer a rather passionate kiss on the lips with: “I enjoyed that.  Did you enjoy it?  I mean me – strapping your bottom?”

Jennifer was stunned – here she was still naked with a very attractive younger woman, also naked, pressing her body against hers and kissing her.  Jennifer did not know how to respond – Kellie was her daughter’s age – but she was not her daughter – she was an adult and perhaps adults can do silly things when they have sore bottoms.  All Jennifer could think of saying was: “mine hurts, what about yours?”

Kellie smiled and turned around, bent over and presented her bright red bottom for Jennifer to inspect, adding: “see what you did.  Bet you did enjoy it!”  Jennifer couldn’t get dressed fast enough.

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Jul 012016


plotting spankingSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum

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Chapter 2 (Read chapter 1 first!)

A Plan for Jennifer

Vivienne Barrett returned home and made herself a cup of tea, well pleased with her chat to her next door neighbour – Jennifer Sangster.  Vivienne felt satisfied that Jennifer would accept her advice and proceed to introduce some strict discipline into her household – and that the troublesome Lucy, and her easily led younger sister Lily, would soon be feeling leather across their pristine, lily white and untouched bottoms.

Vivienne finished her tea and went looking for her older daughter Kellie – a rather well-endowed, sexy 22 year old who though she looked rather vampish and sexy, was actually very quiet, charming and affectionate.  But she had looks that could kill and she knew it.

“There you are” said Vivienne as she entered her daughter’s bedroom.  Kellie was slumped on the bed reading a magazine.  Her mother sat down beside her on the bed.  “We need to talk,  I have just had a long chat to Mrs Sangster next door, and she is at her wits end dealing with Lucy.  Do you get on with Lucy?”

“Sure – she’s all right.  Bit of a party animal;  bit loud for my tastes but she’s cool.  Why?”

“Well” replied Vivienne “apparently she is out of control and giving poor Jennifer, Mrs Sangster, hell.  I said she needs to do something drastic.

Kellie interrupted “Oh I know what you mean” with a broad and evil grin on her face.  “Exactly” replies her mother.  “A good dose of the strap would sort her out.  I’d be delighted to give it to her myself – but I guess Jennifer needs to do it.  Pity.  But anyway, we need you to start whispering dire warnings in Lucy’s ear – to soften her up – get the seeds of doubt and fear sown, so to speak.  Let her know that you and Ashlie get your bottoms strapped from time to time – and that her mother has been asking about borrowing our strap.  That sort of thing.”

“Why?  Just do it” replies Kellie with a quizzical look on her face, “if the little minx needs a warmed bottom, just do it.”

“Sure I could do it – but Jennifer is a little inexperienced in strapping grown-up girls’ bottoms.  She hasn’t done it before.  She only ever got a few smacks on the seat of her pants from her mother – sometimes the hairbrush on her bare bottom – and that was when she was 8 or 9 years old.  She doesn’t even know what it feels like.  She’s an absolute babe in the woods when it comes to taking the strap to her daughter’s bottom.  So we need to give her a helping hand.”

Kellie now sits upright giving her mother her undivided attention.  And with a totally wicked smile on her face she asks her mother: “do we really need to ‘help’ Mrs Sangster, or do we need to ‘train’ Mrs Sangster in how to strap a girl’s bottom?  Perhaps she needs to see just how its done?  Perhaps she needs to feel – to experience – what it’s like to have to stick out your bare bottom so someone else can whack it with a strap?  We all know what it’s like – but she has no idea.  Perhaps we need to give her a ‘familiarisation course’ on giving and receiving a strapping on the bare bottom.  Could be fun!”

“Kellie I know what you’re saying, and it makes great sense, but won’t it be a little impractical?  I mean – just how do we get Jennifer to …. well …. submit?  Do you think she’s just going to waltz in here, strip off, bend over the table and take a tanning on her bare bottom for the fun of it?  And who does she see getting a strapping?  You and Ashlie are clear of transgressions – no strappings for either of you coming-up – and Jennifer needs to move on Lucy quickly.  And I don’t think we should be looking for ‘fun’ – poor Jennifer has a serious problem.”

“Oh mum – your making mountains out of mole hills.  You can strap my bottom in front of her.  I don’t mind a sore bottom in a good cause!  And after you’ve given me a dozen or so strokes, she’ll have seen how it’s done.  Then she can strap my bottom, and if she doesn’t do it properly, after watching you give me a strapping, you can give her some real strokes for not getting it right – let her feel what it’s like to get the strap.  In fact, better still, I could strap her bottom, if she doesn’t strap my bottom right.  Could be a ball!”

“Kellie really – that’s  ….” Vivienne somewhat lost for words: “that’s highly inappropriate.  The woman needs our help – not a thrashing.  We need ….”

Kellie cuts her off, intent on pursuing her objective: “we need to show her what has to be done.  And she has to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end.  And I don’t mind offering up my bottom for the cause – provided that I can lay on a few good ones myself – after all, I need to learn how too …. I’ve always been on the receiving end, and its high time I got in some practice in giving.”

“Young lady you are on the receiving end because you deserve to be on the receiving end – you don’t need to learn how to give a strapping – not yet anyway.”

“Then I withdraw the offer of my bottom.” Kellie replied looking annoyed at her mother’s rejection of her plan.

But Vivienne, herself was quite keen to have the opportunity to strap someone else’s bottom.  In her household both she and her daughter’s were always on the receiving end of her husband’s strict discipline.  She wasn’t allowed to strap the girls – it had been a long time since Vivienne had been allowed to discipline them.  She had smacked her daughters’ bottoms before her husband took over as the family disciplinarian – when Kellie reached her teens – and that was over a decade ago.  That was the time when her husband had included Vivienne in the family disciplinary process, and she had found herself in the line of bare bottoms waiting to be strapped.  So she quickly thought better of totally dismissing Kellie’s suggestion.  She responded: “not so fast young lady.  I think you might have something.  But we need to plan our approach carefully.”

And with that Vivienne and her daughter settled down to decide a strategy to bring new knowledge to their unsuspecting next door neighbour.

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ladies spanking teaSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum

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Chapter 1

Jennifer’s Transformation

One Friday afternoon, Jennifer Sangster, a 38 year old widow with two daughters, sat alone on her patio contemplating the sheer cheek and contempt her two daughters now showed her.  Growing-up they had been model children – even into their teens – but since Lucy, the eldest, had been at University she had become unbearable, and she was literally corrupting her younger sister Lily.  Lily was a model school kid while Lucy was away at University, but whenever Lucy came home for a weekend or during semester breaks, she would coerce and cajole Lily into doing whatever she wanted – and Lily went along with it.  Jennifer was at her wits end as to how she could handle the situation.  Whatever Lucy was learning at University, it certainly wasn’t respect for her mother, nor how to create and maintain family harmony.

Jennifer’s deep concentration on how to handle her wayward daughters was suddenly interrupted by “Hey stranger, what’s happening?”  It was her next door neighbour Vivienne Barrett – a sprightly, effervescent woman a few years older than Jennifer – probably in her mid-forties – but Jennifer had always been too polite to ask Vivienne her age.  “I haven’t seen you for ages – thought you must have left town” as she sat down beside Jennifer on the patio.

“Oh no” replied Jennifer.  “Just been busy with the kids.  Lucy is home for the weekend and creating mayhem.  Becoming rather tiresome actually.”

“A little bit of rebellion afoot eh?  Kellie (Vivienne’s eldest daughter) was like that.  She became a right regular pain in the arse – never believed that a child of mine could become such a little Miss know-it-all and ……..  well, I hate to say it, but a right regular little bitch at times.  But Harold soon brought her back into line –  could not believe the ….”

Jennifer inadvertently cut Vivienne off: “you’re lucky, you have a husband to step-in and rule the roost – I’ve just got me, and I just can’t get a grip on the situation.  It’s just not right that a young miss, who has been given everything she ever needed in life, now repays me with her constant tantrums, her arguing, her …… it never stops.  She must think that the world owes her or something.  A recalcitrant young miss – who has forgotten her place.”

Vivienne appreciated Jennifer’s total frustration and upset and leant over to her friend and placed her hand on top of Jennifer’s hand to comfort her, and responded:  “sounds like our little Lucy could do with a dose of the strap – that would fix her – two dozen across her bare bottom, and she would become and instant angel.”

“Oh come on Vivienne get serious – you can’t do that sort of thing any more – it’s just not done” replied Jennifer.

“It is in our household.  Harold has a simple philosophy about behaviour – behave in accordance with the agreed house rules or be prepared to present your bare bottom for the strap.  God, he strapped my bottom last night.  I was ….”

Jennifer, stunned at what she had just heard, sat bolt upright and interrupted again: “your kidding me – Vivienne – you can’t be serious – Harold used a strap on you!  You’re surely kidding me?  No way!”

“Oh yes” Vivienne continued: “he saw me smoking outside the supermarket with Elizabeth – you know sexy Elizabeth – the receptionist – from the doctor’s surgery.  Well, she had just stepped outside the surgery for a quick puff as I was coming out of the supermarket.  I couldn’t resist – so we had a chat and a puff together.  And bloody hell –  Harold drives by and sees us.  He smiled and waved at me.  Oh ouch – I knew I’d be for it …….”

“But he wouldn’t use a strap on you — surely?” quizzed Jennifer in disbelief.

“Oh you bet.  Smoking is an absolute no-no in our household.  Anyone caught smoking can expect a right real bottom blistering – 36 strokes.  And while the first 24 are bent over the kitchen table, the final 12 are with you touching your toes.  And ouch — that stings — really stings.”

Jennifer, in disbelief about Vivienne’s treatment, continued: “I just cannot believe that Harold punishes you that way?  Over the kitchen table?  Why over the kitchen table?  I never knew — I mean, I never even suspected.  Such goings-on – right next door, I can’t believe it!  What about the girls, don’t they say anything, or get upset by all this – you getting strapped?  Come-on – – out with it, what are you up to?”

Vivienne pulls her chair closer to Jennifer: “Honey, its our way of maintaining good order and discipline within the household.  Kellie, Ashlie and I made-up a set of ‘house rules’ to ensure a harmonious, respectful and orderly household and we charged Harold, as head of the household, to enforce the rules which we made-up.  It’s how we want to relate to one another – how we will behave around each other.  Saves having a ‘Lucy situation’ to contend with.  When Harold gets home we have the evening meal and when dinner is over, he will ask whether there are any disciplinary issues to address.  Anyone of us can raise an issue about another – I can raise the girls’ behaviour or they can raise mine.  Harold then decides if a house rule has been transgressed, and if so, what action is necessary.  The rules are divided into three levels – the first six are minor transgressions;  the next six are serious transgressions and the third level are grave transgressions.  It’s 18 strokes of the strap for minor ones;  24 strokes for serious ones and 36 strokes for grave transgressions – like smoking.  They are dealt with immediately after dinner.  Whoever is to get the strap has to go to their room, strip off completely – down to their birthday suit – and do the ‘walk of shame’ from their room to the kitchen.  We’re all present for the strapping – total transparency – I see the girls get strapped, and they see me get strapped.  Everyone knows we’re all treated equally – no favourites – no one gets away with anything.  And you ask why the kitchen table?  Well that’s traditional.  So Harold sticks to it.  It can take the weight off a wriggling, squirming bottom getting a tanning!  And you might have noticed, I have rather big bosoms – 44 GGG dear – the table supports them nicely while I’m bending over.”

“My God” exclaims Jennifer, “the girls see you nude!  Getting strapped.  You’re kidding?”

“There’s no shame in nudity Jennifer.  We are what we are.  We often go to the nudist beach together – so we’ve seen it all.  But I must admit, having to front-up in the kitchen in the nude for a strapping, is a bit embarrassing – very embarrassing in fact.  But Harold believes that good discipline must be as embarrassing as it is painful.  But having to walk through the house in the nude – knowing what’s ahead – is a bit of a challenge, no matter how many times you’ve done it.”

“How painful?” queries Jennifer – now in total shock at her neighbour’s revelations.

“Oh its painful – well sort of.  18 strokes sting a bit – gets you all hot and well, between you and me, horny;  24 strokes hurts a bit more.  You know your bottom is going to be sore in the morning.  And 36 – well, that’s ‘ouch’ – very much ‘ouch’ – not a lot of fun getting 36 strokes on the bare.  But we all take what’s due – and what’s deserved.  It’s our way.”

“Oh my God” says Jennifer – reclining back in her chair in total amazement.  “Who would have believed?  Kinky neighbours.”

“Its not kinky Jennifer – it’s a way of life that ensures proper respect and behaviour by those of us living together.  On the larger scale of things, society has its rules which we all have to live by – and on the micro scale of our house – we have our rules.  And we all get along extremely well – and we don’t have any problems like Lucy is giving you at the moment.  When Kellie momentarily got out of line when she first went to University, she thought that she could disregard how to behave when at home.  She was soon informed that she was neither too big nor too old to have her bare bottom strapped – and that’s what she got.  Harold gave her 24 sizzling strokes – and she protested – but she knew how we lived and deep down she respected that.  She immediately got back on track.  And I think Lucy would do the same after the shock and horror of getting her bottom strapped.  Try it.  Didn’t you ever get spanked or strapped growing-up?”

Jennifer looked a tad embarrassed at the last question, but realised that this was the sort of heart to heart conversation where a few dark secrets from the past could be safely revealed.  “Yes I did” she said “but not often – just on rare occasions when Mum got pissed-off at me.”

Vivienne smiled at her friend’s embarrassment and decided to probe her friend’s childhood experiences more – just to embarrass her: “did you get it bare?  With her hand or what?  How?  Father, brothers, sisters present?”

Jennifer blushed furiously at the details now sought: “well, she used a hairbrush.”

“Was it on your bare bottom?  Were you over her knee?” asked Vivienne.  A little exasperated by the questions, Jennifer blurted back: “yes it was on the bare – she made me drop my pajama pants before I went over her knee.  And ‘no’ – no-one saw me getting spanked, and ‘yes’ it hurt like hell.  Anything else?”

Vivienne thought that she had been inquisitive enough so she returned the conversation to what Jennifer should now do with Lucy.  “So what to do with Lucy?  Why don’t you give her some discipline – the old fashioned way.  She won’t like it, but I bet she’s smart enough to realise – probably after the event – that she deserved it.  Do you want some help?”

Jennifer looked bemused: “Help?  How can you help?  Are you going to spank her for me?”  Then, after some thought: “no, I have to do it, but I suspect she’ll just rant and rave and walk out on me – she usually just takes-off when we start arguing.  She sure as hell isn’t going to pull down her pants and bend over my knee for a spanking.”

“Oh she might” replied Vivienne.  “She’s in a Hall of Residence isn’t she?  That means you pay her board and lodging.  So just stop making the payments and she’ll have to come and live at home.  She won’t like that.  And how does she pay for her petrol?  And her car rego and insurance?  Cut-out her allowances – stop paying for everything and she’ll soon toe the line, believe me.  You can generously pay for a monthly bus ticket – and she can get the bus to Uni.  That’ll clip her wings.   And then there’s the mobile phone and Internet accounts – you pay for them too?  Cut them out.  I bet she’s got no income of her own to pay her bills – she’s the partying kind – not one to find a part time job.  Not while you’re so willing to pay for everything.  Just how happy is she going to be if her phone is cut-off and she can’t access her Facebook account.  God, my kids would suffer apoplexy is I ever cut-off their Facebook accounts.  You know Jennifer – there are all sorts of ways that young madam could become rather cooperative – and willingly opt for a strapped bottom.  My girls often asked for a strapped bottom instead of getting grounded – they thought it better to get their punishment over and done with – a sore bottom for a couple of hours was always their preference.  Jennifer, you need to give some serious thought as to what Lucy’s major concerns in life are – and how you can create a little turmoil in her life by bringing those concerns to the fore.  The mobile phone and social media accounts are prime targets – what young woman could do without her Facebook account?  Your telling me that Lucy won’t prefer a couple of licks of the strap across her bare rear end – so she can keep-up her Facebook page?  Honey really – she’d be screaming out for a strapping – I know mine would!”

Jennifer suddenly had a smile on her face.  All sorts of dire actions were running through her mind as to how to haul her young Lucy into line.  “OK, but I might need some help.  I need to let her get some inkling of bad things on the horizon – sort of soften her up – it could save a nasty confrontation.  If I just announce that strapped bottoms are to be the order of the day, she’s likely to freak out on me.”

“I understand – no problem – I’ll help.  We could talk to Lucy together – or I could get Kellie to inadvertently drop a hint that you are on the warpath – like asking to borrow the strap – and generally let Lucy know that she’s in deep shit.  The girls get along well together – so it would only be natural for Kellie to give Lucy the heads-up on what you seem to be planning – she would keep it all very vague – but it would sow the seeds of concern in Lucy’s mind – and give her an uneasy sense of foreboding.  And Kellie could just add-in a few snippets about strapped bottoms in our household – it was a surprise for you, so it could well be an unpleasant surprise for Lucy – especially if Kellie tells her that you’re wanting to borrow our strap.  God knows what thoughts will race through poor Lucy’s mind when she hears that!”

“OK.  Could you ask Kellie to speak to Lucy next weekend.  I think I’ll need a few days to develop my strategy.”  And with that comment, a much more cheerful Jennifer got up and gave Vivienne a peck on the cheek with: “thanks Viv, that’s taken a load off my mind” as she headed back inside the house.  Vivienne headed back to her house.

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